by Karen Webb
I'm your worst nightmare – a dance critic who thinks she can choreograph.
This was what ran through my mind when my buddy, performance artist Eugenie Hero, first told me about the Field. I have never thought of myself as a born choreographer, but I had been kicking around some ideas in my head for – oh, ten years. Most were motivated by pieces of music that painted pictures in my mind. And my mind was right where I thought they would stay forever, no matter how much they strained to get out. The Field would offer me a venue in which I could get some of these ideas up and running. But did I dare jump into the ring with the likes of independent producers like RDT's Jim Moreno and Andy Noble?
In the end, it was the music that made up my mind for me. It would not leave me alone. Come play with me, it said. Give me visual fulfillment. Choreograph me. And in a year during which at least half the choreographers I had interviewed said music had little or nothing to do with the way they made their dances, the music won.
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